I'm suppose to sleep, yet I'm blogging away.

I'm tired, yet I'm still wide awake.

I want to control my feelings, yet I tend to let it control me.

I don't want to fall in love, yet I can see myself falling for him.

I don't want to be in a relationship, yet I wish that he would do something.

I don't want to be the first to say I'm sorry, yet I evoked a sense of sympathy first.